My weekend kind of sucked. I went home as planned on Friday evening. There was a little confusion as to where my mom was going to pick me up, which started off the evening on a not-so-great note, but it was manageable. We ran into standard Beltway rush-hour traffic, getting home just before 6:00. I only had time to go to the bathroom and dump my bags into my room before Greg arrived. Most of my belongings are still in my room, but it doesn't feel like
home unless/until everything is there. Reading that line, it makes me realize that this dorm will never really be home (which it shouldn't), but my house won't be, either.
Greg took me to
The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement, so I owed him a movie I didn't really want to see. He was aiming for
Alien vs. Predator, but went with
Hero instead. I have only seen one martial arts-oriented movie:
Rush Hour. That had comedy.
Hero most definitely did not. Overall, it wasn't terrible. My qualms are with the subtitles and the storyline. I've only seen one movie with subtitles:
The Passion of the Christ. I went to that voluntarily, and I still think having to read the dialogue took away from the visual aspect of the movie. If I really wanted to read the story, I could; it's the Bible. I went to
see it. As for the storyline, I think it happened four times. Something about Jet Li's character lying, and then the emperor was wrong, and something else. I lost count. I can handle it when characters die on-screen, then come back to life. When dead characters die again, I get confused. I don't like being confused. Toward the end of the movie, I just rested on Greg's shoulder. I'd pretty much lost interest. The fight scenes were pretty cool, but I require plot with action (see my rant on
Bad Boys II).
I got to sleep in on Saturday morning, in my own full-size bed. That was lovely. I had one of my classic lazy days. I should have been out shopping, though. I knew I needed things, but did I get them? No. Now, I'm stuck trying to find a good time and reliable transportation to a discount store. I know there's a shuttle that runs out to Beltway Plaza Mall in Greenbelt, which has a Target. It only runs on weekdays, though, and only once per hour.
This editorial in today's Diamondback didn't help.
Back to the weekend. So I wasted Saturday. On Sunday, I got up early (boo) to go to the Renaissance Festival (yay) with Greg (more yay), David, and Andrew. Thanks to Mapquest and my navigation, we got there easily. I had a really good cheese quesadilla and a giant pretzel. Yay for pseudo-renaissance food. Shakespeare's Skum was fabulous, as usual. You can never see Tag-Team Romeo and Juliet too many times.
I was down, though. I've been kind of down since... move-in, I guess. It's typical for new resident freshmen to have trouble making friends and adjusting, but I am rarely typical. I know that with time, things will become normal. I've changed my life, for lack of better words, many times before. I can do it again. That, or I'll decide that I can't handle it and give up. I have to settle into
something sooner or later. I'd just rather it be sooner.
I came back Monday with a printer (but no paper), a desk lamp, and a new alarm clock, a cute cell phone rest, and other things. All but the printer were birthday presents. I also came back to a full hamper. I'd planned on taking it home to do over the weekend, but it was so full I couldn't carry it, and after almost missing my mom, I didn't think to go back upstairs for it. Doing my laundry was a long, hot, boring adventure. If I can get a couple of smaller hampers, I'll be fine.
Classes are classes. I feel like I'm starting to overwork myself, which is not good considering my light course load. Soon, I'll figure out what I need to do when, so I won't turn into one of those pasty people in the library. I've been studying at my desk now. It works fine.
That last pronouncement was a little too soon.
Maybe I can do this college thing. Maybe.
